Eric got a job at the Royal Cast Collection
a three-floor warehouse on the harbor
where every room is full of statutes that ain't the real thing.
We get in there on a Monday night
with our cheap wine and our good shoes
and the David outside makes us feel classy.
Joe brings the cake,
Chris shows up late,
and Saned and Yasmin keep switchin up into Arabic so we don't know what they sayin.
But fights are fights,
and we can figure out who's losin.
Jess got food poisoning and couldn't come,
but we got the sound system hooked up and so-loud
hopin that she could hear it from her sick bed.
We optimistic like that.
We hangin out the window,
shoutin to the paramedics,
seranadin the passers by,
even got a couple folks to do it with us.
GET IT GET IT THAT'S THE WAY TO DO IT MAMA
But we don't do nothin too dangerous
cause Michelangelo's Jesus and Mary are in the corner
and they watchin us.
Security showed up (twice) ,
but me & my fellas,
we waz dancin,
givin every-nobody on the harbor front a show.
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